Chapter 205 I Hear You Have Feelings for Me, Miss Stark

• Myra glowered at the middle-aged man before her. If she had bristled when he patted her shoulder, then she was now fuming after he had brushed his pinky finger against the back of her hand.
• Meanwhile, Thomas seemed unfazed and the smile on his face was warm and polite as he cajoled, “We should finish the rest of the wine, Miss Stark. It’s getting late and we ought to head home soon.”
• The others in the private room were oblivious to her anger. Even Tilly was beaming as she moved to clink glasses with everyone, the remaining wine in her glass sloshing as she did so.